Nature
The fading light of setting sunSinks slowly into purple seas
It's rays suffused between the shrouds
Of gold and bitter orange clouds,
The outlined sillouetted trees,
And Venus on the edge of night
Beguiling all with silver light.
The mountain peaks bedecked in snow,
Their fir trees droop with loaded bough,
The frozen brook all cloaked in mist
Awaits the springtime's gentle kiss.
A snow fox passes softly now.
Yet buried deep and slumbering,
The seeds and bulbs of nascent spring.
Beneath the rainforest canopy
Bejeweled with the fallen drops,
The orchids riot in their hues
Of yellow, orange, reds and blues,
The mating chorus never stops
A panoply in shades of green,
A thousand creatures heard, unseen.
As children we all understood
That nature should be held in awe,
We lay and stared at clouds and skies,
We celebrated butterflies
And so respected nature's law.
Why is it we cannot see how
The Earth needs us to do that now?
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